I love gardening. I could spend a half day at a nursery without a second thought. When I get time to myself, that is where you can find me roaming the aisles looking for that next little treasure to make a part of our yard. I love emerging from the winter, feeling the sun on my back with dirt beneath my fingers and watching my boys unleash again in the fresh air. Corralling a 6 month old and a two year old last year meant that I did not do much spring gardening. This year, I made it back outside doing what I love and found out that they love to work in the garden too. We had a perfectly warm spring which resulted in our best flower showing yet. My boys are adorable little gardeners and I just love being able to spend time with them outside. There is something about seeing the brown law and bare trees come to life in a matter of weeks with new baby lime green leaves. There is something about seeing the daffodils and tulips emerge from the once completely bare ground that renews my soul. I love seeing my creeping phlox put down a blanket of pink and purple.I love seeing last years perennial treasures reemerge stronger and better. I never thought of myself as a gardener because I am not the vegetable type of gardener, but I now know gardening is about how the earth beneath your fingers makes your soul feel. My soul feels alive out in our little yard.
